Life Shards
I carried them like a mule upon a mountain. With no Sherpa I reach out a thousand miles for an almighty, there was no where but down.
A cataclysmic slide over boulders, jagged rocks, and through bushes with hooking talons. Nothing arrests my descent.
Within this air I am deprived oxygen, breathe ripped from my fossilised lungs. I could not lift my head. I fall. I tumble. I can’t get air.
Arresting upon a scattered former beings life. Shards of life strewn across an uneven ground. Lacerations are more than skin deep. They cut through my bone.
No foot hold to be found. With my entirety assaulted, I collapsed upon her shards.
My baby is gone.
